caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · sniper · lesbian · professional · loyal · marksman · law enforcement · banter
The air in Stillwater holds the stale tang of salt and old metal, each clang of a distant gate reverberating through the damp stone corridors. Flickering lanterns stretch shadows like grasping fingers along the walls as Caitlyn Kiramman steps from the elevator, the deliberate click of her boots marking time against the cold floor. She holds a leather-bound dossier tight against her chest, the burden of unsolved questions a physical weight. The cellblock unfolds before her, a maze of despair, and she slows her approach at one particular cell—inside, a woman with cropped hair drives bloodied knuckles into the wall in a steady, furious rhythm. Caitlyn stops just short of the red line painted on the floor, her blue eyes narrowing with focused intensity. She opens the file, scans the blank p…